Alexander's Sandbox

Sandbox
Let Him Rust
ARBOR
Pilgrimage
Thing That DOESN'T Kill You
Memory Eater
The HARMonica
Pour it out
In Other Circumstances
Conformity
Its Like Getting Sick
Stream Snipers
"G-NO-C"
2short4u
Sense to be Made
Church thing
Ooh what ya say...
do it right
play with the others
Amazons
ascension gate 1
ascension gate 2
Bipeds
Rebranding
Novicius, Fragmented Tyrant
If Only We Were So Lucky
scp reel
Eternal Cycle
Incident Log 4/1/ERROR
The Log of Anomalous Names

oh boy here we go

don't post current critique requests here

random @s should be deleted in official drafts, they're just there to keep the footnotes from f@cking with each other

random site ideas:

temporary alert at top of front page addressing new users from a specific source and directing them to the relevant required reading
the "scp reel" essay, explicitly stating all of the things implied by "this is all fiction"
massive tag documentation update
arthurian knights canon?
revive project VERITAS (gravitas?)
Final Occult War canon
The Lists of Things that Author-Avatars are not Allowed to do at the Foundation

other stuff:
http://scp-sandbox-3.wikidot.com/greener-pastures
http://scp-sandbox-3.wikidot.com/alexander7000
http://scp-sandbox-3.wikidot.com/alexanderhalloweencon2022
http://scp-sandbox-3.wikidot.com/eldercircle
http://scp-sandbox-3.wikidot.com/alexandercoldpostcon2023

You want to know about the scar? No no, its totally reasonable you would want to know. Its from a bullet, in case you were wondering. Far left side of my back; there's actually a mark on both ends since the bullet went straight through, but the scar in front is barely visible. There's no grand story behind it actually, just a childhood tragedy.

I should mention this first though: there are some details that I just won't tell you. Not that I can't tell you, I just won't. Yeah, there are some parts that I just don't want to talk about, but mostly its a courtesy to his parents. I'm not gonna name names, but they're the parents of a childhood friend of mine. For reasons that will be obvious, they don't like to talk about this.

I was either 12 or 13 at the time, though it doesn't make much of a difference. My friend was a few months older, but we were about the same age. Was I 12 and he was 13? Hmm. He wasn't my best friend or anything like that, we both had other friends we knew better. But we got along, and as long as we stayed out of trouble our parents didn't care.

Well that changed obviously. Heh, it is pretty cliché. Its like that one Stephen King book, you know? Except instead of a group of friends it was just the two of us that day. That was the main reason we were even hanging out, none of our other friends were available. It was a Sunday, and all of our other friends were stuck in church with their parents. My parents didn't make my sister and I go, and I don't know why the friend's parents didn't make him go.

You know what? Let's say his name was "Friend." Sure, why not. My friend named Friend.

So Friend and I are hanging out, wandering around town, bored and young and goofy and… well definitely bored. No one else is around to play, and we're stuck in some small midwestern town where everybody knows (and hates, though they won't admit it) everybody else, and there's nothing for kids like us to do. My parents moved there when I was 2, and my sister was 5. It was one of those quiet, "used-to-be-a-big-coal-and-factory-town-but-is-now-just-a-rusted-husk" places in the middle of nowhere. Yes, I consider rural Tennessee to be the middle of nowhere. The town doesn't even exist anymore.

So Friend and I are wandering around looking for anything remotely interesting, you know, instead of doing something actually productive. We don't find anything, and neither of us wants to go home, so then we're stuck with petty gossip, rumors, and other useless shit. Friend said that his friend's cousin's whatever said there was a dead animal or something at the spot where the road intersects with the train tracks, and that it was still there since no one had cleaned it up yet. There's a name for that like, intersection. Where the road- oh, yeah Railroad Crossing, thanks. Basically we're bored, and our only idea for a thing to do is searching for a dead animal that may or may not actually be there.

When you're a kid, for some reason a raccoon or something getting hit by a train is somehow more interesting than it getting hit by a car. If there even was an animal carcass, it must have been hit by a car since trains had stopped using those tracks decades prior. But we're kids, and the slim possibility of some rat or something getting hit by a train and then not getting cleaned up or eaten for decades is considered a good enough excuse to go down to the tracks and fuck around.

So we went down to the train tracks, and of course we didn't find anything, and of course we didn't want to go back home yet, so we decided to follow the tracks west to just… see where it would take us I guess. Kid logic. We didn't go east, because we already knew that the eastern tracks ended where the bridge used to be. That's another story that seems like it might be exciting but is actually boring as hell.

Back when the tracks were used, some engineer guy goes to the heads of whatever train company and says the bridge east of town is showing warning signs. Not many trains actually went over that bridge, which you'd think would mean it was still in good condition. But the stress trains put on bridges is nothing compared to degradation over time, and since not many trains used that bridge in the first place, it didn't get maintenance work very often. So when the engineer guy does get around to inspecting the bridge, its not looking good. Something something "fallen into disrepair" and "potential safety hazard" and shit, so the company has to do something about it. The bosses have people do the numbers, and I guess it cost them less to divert their trains to a different track than it cost to repair the bridge. Then some other company bought the bridge, and they tore it down a few years later.

Sorry, got off track. Heh, tracks. The point is that we went west instead of east. We followed the train tracks out of town, and started talking about what we would find. We actually followed the tracks for a good couple hours, but neither of us noticed I guess. We were trying to one-up each other on how ridiculous the thing we were definitely gonna find was, and I guess we just kind of zoned out while following the tracks.

The first thing we saw was the boxcar door. Not the door of a boxcar, just the door. It was flat against the ground a couple yards away from the tracks. Completely covered in rust, it must have been really old. Nothing else around, just empty fields and the train tracks. Friend goes over to get a closer look at it, says he wants to lift it up and see what's underneath it. This is the point where I hesitate. Friend thought I was too scared to see some "gross bugs" or whatever but that wasn't it. Its not that I was scared of the door or bugs or anything like that, its just that stopping our conversation kind of broke the spell, and only then did I actually notice how far we had walked. Surroundings were totally different, I couldn't see any familiar landmarks. That was the first "maybe we should go back" moment, but I didn't actually say anything.

Yeah, part of it was that I didn't want to look like a pussy, but mostly I just didn't want to go back home yet. I was uncomfortable sure, but I preferred that to going back to being bored again. So I go over and try to help him lift up the door, but it was actually really heavy and we were like, 13. So we can't lift up the door, we get bored, and I have my second "maybe we should go back" moment. But like the first one, I didn't say anything because I really didn't want to head back home and be bored.

So we keep following the tracks, and making up stuff about what we'll find. We don't see anything else, except for some spots where the rails were kinda… warped I guess? Not broken or anything, just sort of misshapen. It barely even registered to us, I think what I said was:

"Hey, the rails are like, bent and shit." (I was in that phase where saying swear words to your friends makes you feel invincible)

And Friend just says: "Huh, cool." Actually, he might have said "Huh, weird" but I don't remember.

That was it.

We keep going on like that, and sometime later we see little flecks on the horizon. We can't tell what they are, and since they're in front of us we keep moving towards them. Then the flecks actually become shapes, and then my brain recognizes that those shapes are actually parts of a train. I was really focused on them, and then Friend suddenly stops and grabs my shirt. I get pulled backwards, and the exchange was something like:

"What the fuck man?!?"

"Dude shut the fuck up and look!"

He points, and I follow his finger, and sure enough we were (or I guess I was) about to walk onto a part of the track that had been mangled. Like, messed up pretty bad. All jagged and ripped apart. Before I can thank him or anything Friend steps around it and keeps going forward, and that was when I got a good look at what was in front of us.

I don't know what actually happened there, but I imagine it started with like, one smaller train sliding off of the track, and then another train came along to haul away whatever it was the first train was carrying. So most of it gets cleaned up, but there are some train-cars that are like totally busted, or they're stuck in the ground at weird angles, and since they aren't blocking the tracks they just get left there. Time goes on, they rust and fall apart, and no one ever bothers to move them or anything.

So there's this cluster of broken train bits just sitting there, and I look over at Friend and he must be thinking what I'm thinking: "This is so fucking cool." And unless the older kids knew about this and just didn't talk about it, we're like the first people to find this place in a long time. So we're the only kids who know this is here, and that means only people we decide to tell get to know about it, so we have our own super-secret base that's inside of this creepy-ass train graveyard and we haven't even fully explored it yet and-

And then I see the guy. That guy. That fucker.

Now that I think about it, aside from the given like, "strange man in a strange place" stranger-danger stuff, there wasn't anything about him that was like, suspicious. He wasn't doing or saying anything weird or creepy, he was just standing there, and being silent made perfect sense since there was no one else to talk to. Nothing about him looked scary or anything, he was just some white guy in a coat and boots. He was too far away from us so I couldn't see any details or anything, but he just looked like some guy.

It makes sense in hindsight, however at the time there really wasn't that much of a reason to be freaked out by him. But five seconds after seeing him, I feel this sharp pinch in my chest. I get really cold of all sudden, though I'm sure I was already cold and this was just me noticing it. It suddenly feels really hard to breathe, but its actually not hard to breathe? It just feels like it is, you know what I mean? And my next thought just becomes: Leave. No. Home. Go. Run. Back. Leave.

I have my third "maybe we should go back" moment, and this time I really do consider it.

I turn to look at Friend, and he sees the guy and he takes a step forward and then I'm reaching out to grab his arm and stop him. He turned to look at me, and I don't think I whispered anything. I just tried to shake my head and somehow telepathically beam the word "BAIL" into his mind. I don't know if he actually understood what I was trying to say, but he shrugged me off and turned to look at the guy.

I don't remember what he said. The cliché is that someone's dying words cap off some big deathbed speech, and they're supposed to be unforgettable and shit. But no, that's not how it is. At least, that's not how it was for me. I don't remember.

He probably just shouted "Hey!" or something.

The guy turned around, and again I don't know what he really looked like. He was too far away for me to notice any details, he just looked like a guy in a coat. I think he might have been wearing a suit under the coat, but I'm not sure.

Then there's this weird noise. I know how to describe it now of course, but at the time I guess I would have said it was like a "popping-and-cracking" noise. I had never heard an animal make a sound like that, so I started looking around, trying to figure out where the noise came from, and I look at Friend. He turns to me, but he's not actually looking at me. He's looking down at his shirt, and then he puts his hand to his chest and…

Red just blooms on his shirt. That cliché is actually kinda true. Fresh blood does stain clothes pretty quickly.

He looked up at me, and I don't know how to describe his expression. He was definitely scared, but he mostly seemed really confused, like he wasn't sure what was happening. Then I hear the weird noise again, and his-

He just-

Its fine. I'm alright. I'm fine.

Okay its not alright. Its not fucking alright! Its just…

…

I'm sorry. I don't want to talk about this part. My friend got shot in the head and he died. I'm not gonna talk about it.

Then everything suddenly seemed to get… different somehow? I don't really know how to describe it, but its like a switch got flipped and then everything was just… less there, I guess? Like everything was still there obviously, but it didn't matter anymore.

The only thing that mattered was that I was running. I was running away from that guy, and running back home. I was running, and I heard more of those cracking-and-snapping noises but they didn't matter because I was running. I was running back to that shitty town I lived in, but it didn't matter that the town was shitty because I was running there. I was running home, and I didn't know what I was gonna do or say or be when I got there but none of that mattered because I was still running. While I was running I must have swallowed some kind of bug that has like, flammable blood or something because as I was running I felt my lungs fill up with fire and everything hurt.

But you know what? None of that mattered. None of it mattered at all. Because I was fucking RUNNING.

I ran back to town, and I didn't stop running once I got there. I ran through town, all the way to my house. When I got inside my house, I had to keep running so I ran up the stairs. My sister came out of her room to yell at me for making a racket or something, but I couldn't stop to talk to her because I was in the middle of running. I was trying to figure out where I should run to next, when my sister suddenly pinched my stomach. I got really mad at her for doing that, but before I could do anything about it I got really tired. More tired than I had ever been before. I think that was the most tired I have ever been in my entire life. Since I was so tired, I decided to take a nap, but I was too tired to actually go to my bed so I just fell asleep on the floor. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was my sister crying and screaming at someone over the phone.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. My sister was there and she was still crying really hard, but at least she had stopped screaming. I asked her to tell me what was going on, but then my mom came barging in and she was crying too. I got bunch of hugs and I saw my dad actually cry which was really weird. There were lots of doctors and nurses and other people who work at a hospital I guess. This really pretty nurse explained that I had been shot and not "pinched," and honestly that was less shocking than finding out the nurse was actually a doctor. Not because I thought women can't be doctors, but because I was like 13 and I thought that doctors only wore labcoats. Heh, yeah I know its dumb but the only people I had ever seen wearing scrubs were nurses and the lunchlady.

Anyway, she explained that I was very lucky and that the bullet "entered and exited my body without striking any vital tissue." I was so hopped up on adrenaline I didn't even notice the pain until I ran home. I definitely felt it when I woke up in the hospital though. I had lost a lot of blood, so I had to stay in the hospital for a while. I did not like staying in the hospital.

But seriously, I'm glad it wasn't worse. Someone saw me running through town, and they called 911 about "a kid covered in blood running through the street." Because of that, an ambulance showed up pretty quickly and took me to the hospital. The reason I didn't like staying there was because I had to answer a bunch of questions from cops. Obviously they needed to know what happened and I told them a version of this story up until Friend and I saw the train graveyard. I didn't want to talk about it, and the police were able to figure things out once they found Friend's body. The reason I hated it so much was because of this one cop. I don't even remember his name, but he was clearly trying to be the bad cop in the "good cop/bad cop" dynamic. The problem was that he didn't have a partner to be the "good cop" so he was just an asshole. He lectured me about how I was reckless and "stranger-danger" and blah blah blah. I told my mom about it, and I guess she must have told the hospital staff because he suddenly wasn't allowed to ask me questions "for the sake of my mental health"

Heh. Anyway, that's most of the story.

There's not much else to say after I got out of the hospital. My parents sent me to therapy sessions, which did help but actually helped me more with issues I already had than with the trauma. There was a lot of time spent grieving with Friend's parents, and it was actually pretty hard for me to attend the funeral. I don't really want to talk about it, and as I said Friend's parents don't like to be reminded of it.

The cops never found the guy. Still haven't, as far as I know. The parents were furious about it, and the police department was already really unpopular. That's probably one of the reasons the town folded. Lots of people started leaving since it seemed like the cops couldn't actually protect nor serve. While I hope someone catches that guy, I prefer not to think about him. I'm actually glad I don't know much about him, since it makes him easier to forget.

Fuck that guy. Let him rot.

LET HIM RUST

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Item#: xxxx

Level3

Containment Class:

keter

Secondary Class:

none

Disruption Class:

keneq

Risk Class:

warning

link to memo

Assigned Site

Site-274-SILVA

Site Director

Dr Mathews

Research Head

Dr Cohen

Assigned MTF

ARBOR-1 ("SILVA Sentinels")

Assigned Site

Site-274-SILVA

Site Director

Dr Mathews

Research Head

Dr Cohen

Assigned MTF

ARBOR-1 ("SILVA Sentinels")

Inactive ARBOR units stored in holding area B of Site-274-SILVA

Special Containment Procedures: All precautions are to be taken to ensure that ARBOR units within the active ARBOR unit network remain operational at all times. Even while connected to the local energy grid, Site-274-SILVA must retain a backup generator capable of powering all ARBOR units within an ARBOR unit network. An active network of ARBOR units must be housed on-site at all times. Enough inactive ARBOR units must be maintained on-site to form at least 2 redundant ARBOR unit networks. All active ARBOR units must be inspected daily. All inactive ARBOR units must be inspected weekly.

If an ARBOR unit within the active ARBOR unit network ceases to function for any reason, protocol 01-ARBOR must be enacted immediately. If multiple ARBOR units within the active ARBOR unit network cease to function simultaneously, protocol 01-ARBOR must be enacted for each individual ARBOR unit. Following completion of protocol 01-ARBOR, all ARBOR units within the active ARBOR unit network must be inspected for damages. If all ARBOR units within the active ARBOR unit network cease to function simultaneously, protocol 02-ARBOR must be enacted immediately.

If SCP-XXXX breaches containment, protocol 03-ARBOR must be enacted immediately. Mobile Task Force ARBOR-1 ("SILVA Sentinels") must be capable of enacting protocol 03-ARBOR at any time.

Anomalies, persons of interest, and other SCP objects may not be housed within Site-274-SILVA alongside SCP-XXXX under any circumstances.

Description:

THIS SECTION CLASSIFIED UNDER PROTOCOL 00-ARBOR

Security clearance level 4/XXXX is required to view this section of the document.

— Rosa Mathews, Director, Site-274-SILVA

Item#: xxxx

Level3

Containment Class:

euclid

Secondary Class:

none

Disruption Class:

keneq

Risk Class:

warning

link to memo

Assigned Site

Site-225

Site Director

Dr Sheldon

Research Head

Dr Copper

Assigned MTF

Beta-25 ("Antisocial-Workers")

Assigned Site

Site-225

Site Director

Dr Sheldon

Research Head

Dr Copper

Assigned MTF

Beta-25 ("Antisocial-Workers")

Aerial photo of Pilgrimage, North Carolina.

Special Containment Procedures: Site-225 personnel are to monitor all traffic into and out of Pilgrimage. Potential Type-2 individuals are to be tracked while inside city limits, and logs must be kept of their behavior, activities, and whereabouts. Upon confirmation, Type-2 individuals are to be apprehended by Mobile Task Force Beta-25 ("Antisocial-Workers") disguised as North Carolina State Troopers. If questioned by Type-1 individuals, MTF Beta-25 members are to provide cover story 04F62-1D97C ("Extradition of out-of-state wanted fugitive"). Any possessions Type-2 individuals brought with them are to be retrieved by MTF Beta-25 under the guise of evidence collection.

Item#: xxxx

Level2

Containment Class:

euclid

Secondary Class:

none

Disruption Class:

vlam

Risk Class:

caution

link to memo

Assigned Site

Site-144

Site Director

Dr Kitamura

Research Head

Dr Fitzgerald

Assigned MTF

Psi-20 ("The Life Psychotic")

Assigned Site

Site-144

Site Director

Dr Kitamura

Research Head

Dr Fitzgerald

Assigned MTF

Psi-20 ("The Life Psychotic")

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX-22 is held in a standard humanoid containment chamber outfitted with a comprehensive EMBARGO[@[footnote]]An EMBARGO system typically consists of a hermetically sealed enclosure, decontamination airlock, radioactive shielding, and faraday cage, but may also include thaumaturgic seals, memetic barriers, and Scranton Reality Anchor arrays.[[/footnote]] apparatus on sub-level 9 of Site-144. Access to sub-level 9 is restricted to personnel with level 3/XXXX clearance, granted at the discretion of the site director. All personnel who communicate with SCP-XXXX-22 are required to undergo psychological testing before and after interaction. Personnel who interact with SCP-XXXX-22 must do so using the two-way communication system incorporated into the containment chamber. Research personnel assigned to sub-level 9 are required to undergo weekly psychological testing. Technicians assigned to the maintenance of SCP-XXXX-22's containment chamber are required to undergo monthly psychological testing.

SCP-XXXX-22 is required to meet with their assigned psychiatrist, Dr. Fitzgerald, once daily, for a minimum of one hour[@[footnote]]This duration can be lowered to 30 minutes at the discretion of Dr. Fitzgerald.[[/footnote]]. SCP-XXXX-22 may not be administered any medications (including amnestics) without written approval from both Dr. Fitzgerald, and the site director. SCP-XXXX-22 may be granted requested amenities following approval by the site director, and site security chief. All testing of SCP-XXXX-22 involving D-Class personnel requires written approval from the site director.

Under no circumstances are individuals with a family history/diagnosis of psychotic disorders allowed to interact with SCP-XXXX-22. Under no circumstances are individuals with a formal diagnosis of schizophrenia allowed to access sub-level 9. If an individual is suspected of being compromised by SCP-XXXX, they are to be secured in sub-level 9's containment chamber immediately. In the event that SCP-XXXX-22 expires, Mobile Task Force Psi-20 ("The Life Psychotic") is to identify and detain SCP-XXXX-23 as soon as possible. Following retrieval, all members of MTF Psi-20 are required to undergo psychological testing.

Description: SCP-XXXX is an anomalous phenomenon that manifests as a visual/auditory/tactile hallucination in individuals suffering from psychotic mental illnesses, most prominently schizophrenia. Affected subjects seem to be incapable of perceiving specific attributes of SCP-XXXX's appearance, but all subjects universally describe SCP-XXXX as a young able-bodied adult of ambiguous race, gender, and nationality that identifies itself as "Sam." SCP-XXXX's voice, height, and build are typically described as "average" or "unremarkable."

Only one individual is capable of perceiving SCP-XXXX at any given time. Descriptions of SCP-XXXX's appearance and behavior have been consistent across all recorded cases. To date, there have been 22 separate individuals affected by SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX is capable of migrating from one person to another. The method by which SCP-XXXX migrates between subjects is not yet fully understood, however testing has determined that individuals susceptible to SCP-XXXX all meet the following criteria:

Subject is conscious
Subject is 3 years of age or older
Subject experiences some form of visual/auditory/tactile hallucinations
Subject suffers from a psychotic mental illness (regardless of a formal diagnosis)

When SCP-XXXX moves to a new subject, it will instantaneously appear as a hallucination to the nearest individual that meets the above criteria. However, if 2 or more susceptible individuals are roughly the same distance from the current SCP-XXXX subject, SCP-XXXX will move to the individual whose symptoms are most severe.

A-Mouth-Shaped-Like-A-Lie rested on the bottom of the ocean floor, letting its feelers suck up the sweet, life-giving succor. As the bits and scraps floated down through the ether, the feelers would creep towards them before swallowing them whole. The dregs slowly but surely drifted down to A-Mouth-Shaped-Like-A-Lie, and it lazily gobbled them up. Big or small, they were pulled into its infinite maw.

A child's bedroom. Three killers arguing in a desert. A purple sunrise. What few pieces of her husband they could find. A 2nd place trophy, with the nameplate faded beyond legibility. Market stalls selling fruits. The equation he could never finish. The assistant cinematographer of that one movie you liked, you know from the 70s? Two beating hearts, crammed together in the same chest cavity. The angels. The expensive car that a self-help guru bought with the profits from his latest book. The spent casings on the forest floor. All four children of a woman whose name doesn't matter. The last time they saw each other. A research paper on John Adams, the second President of the United States of America. A blood-soaked battlefield. Dress shoes. The B+ you got for your research paper on John Ada-

A_N U_G^LY ^O_R^A_NGE _J^U_MPSUI^T

Before, A-Mouth-Shaped-Like-A-Lie would savor every individual morsel it could find. It would scavenge and hunt for its meals, and it would strip away layers from the corpses of gods. Every scrap it could find would be dragged into its maw with desperate abandon. But now? Now A-Mouth-Shaped-Like-A-Lie could rest its many scales, and simply let the dregs fall into its lap.

The billboard just outside of town. A handful of coins, all counterfeit. The small number of soldiers who were still alive in that trench. Leftover buckets of plaster. Her favorite song. That one motherfucker. An expired driver's license. You know the one. Every single time he said it. The bones that could not have been from a human. The syringe on the floor of a gas-station bathroom. His ambition to make something of himself. All of the candles in the church that the abbess forced her to replace. The bones that were definitely from a human. Both swords and both scabbards. A three-leaf-clover that she could have sworn had four leaves. What most people think about before they die. The bones tha-

^T_HE ^BO_D^IE^S _IN T_HE _W^ATER

A-Mouth-Shaped-Like-A-Lie had never experienced anything like this before in its 122 eons of existence. It had crossed many deserts, barren of life and words. It had dragged its tentacles through the snow of blizzards on hundreds of mountain peaks. It had scoured every last nook and cranny in the rocks of many canyons. It had stuck its feelers into spaces it was glad it was incapable of thinking about. It had dined on many delicacies, and other times it took what it could get. But now A-Mouth-Shaped-Like-A-Lie had a reliable, plentiful source of forgotten memories.

A twisting path through the woods. An unused bookmark. What lies beneath. A can of wallpaper stripper. A stripper. Four score and seven years. The reason she left. Infinity. Breath mints. An expiration date. A small amount of plausible deniability. Five limbs. The new Linkin Park album. The flowers underneath the canopy. The reason that you can't have nice things. Foolishness Dante, foolishness. Something yellow. A tattered jacket. The dearly departed. Fortune. A pair of wendigos. Every test they could run. My beloved-

^A _G^OD-S_HAPE_D _H^OL^E

Item#: xxxx

Level2

Containment Class:

safe

Secondary Class:

none

Disruption Class:

dark

Risk Class:

caution

link to memo

Assigned Site

Site-144

Site Director

Dr Kitamura

Research Head

Dr Edwards

Assigned MTF

N/A

Assigned Site

Site-144

Site Director

Dr Kitamura

Research Head

Dr Edwards

Assigned MTF

N/A

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is held an a medium-security storage locker in Site-144. SCP-XXXX may be removed from storage for the purposes of testing with the written approval of a Researcher with Level 3/XXXX clearance.

Foundation webcrawlers and field agents are to monitor both online and conventional market places for mentions of instances of SCP-XXXX and any information regarding GoI-XXXX ("Musical Creations Distribution").

Description: SCP-XXXX is a musical instrument identical to non-anomalous harmonicas. SCP-XXXX possesses no serial number or manufacturing label, with the exception of an inscription along its cover plate, which reads: "Musical Creations Distribution" While Foundation resources gather more information, "Musical Creations Distribution" has been designated Group of Interest-XXXX.

Its not quite a delicate process, not really. It would be more accurate to say its a "subtle" process.

The preparation is the first step. Implements and components should be ready of course, but even supplies that are not necessary should be made available. If complications arise, you end up cursing your past self for failing to make those supplies easily accessible. Even if the final results are satisfactory, making the process go smoothly spares you the consequences of wasted effort and extra stress. It may very well be excessive, but it is better to have resources you don't need than to need resources you don't have.

The second step is crucial, and yet so easy to gloss over. Positioning, positioning, positioning. Setting up your workspace is half the battle. If you can find the right spacing for your subject and your canvas (or container, I do not judge), then the rest of the procedure just… falls into place. It is truly wonderous how easily, how effortlessly, the stream flows when you position yourself well. If you manage to place yourself just so, the essence seems to jump from your subject to the canvas. While it is not the only part of the process of course, it is the part that is most often neglected, and that is a pitiable tragedy. Do not neglect your workspace, it is the stage on which you perform.

As everyone knows, the third step is unimportant. Subjects are plentiful and tedious. While poets and intellectuals (and other contemptibly intelligent filth) are ideal, any sufficiently sapient being will do. Some are picky about their choice of subject, but as long as it possesses "free will" then it will suffice.

As for the procedure itself, you start once everything is prepared. The beginning is straightforward: restrain the subject, mark them with the seals, and begin the incantation. Traditionally, the subject is kept conscious during the procedure, but their screaming can be muffled if it interferes with the incantation. Once the incantation reaches the second verse, the housing of the mind's flesh-palace is exposed (remember that chitin cannot be torn off as easily as skin, and an implement may be needed to pry open the outer shell). Once a sufficient portion is visible, the worms are placed on the visible area and allowed to bore holes in the housing. The worms can be safely removed once the fluids of the flesh-palace can be seen through at least nine holes, although eleven holes is often the preferred number. After the worms have been removed, the third verse begins. The catalyst seal is broken, and the subject's essence will flow forth. For the duration of the third verse, the world itself can be rendered in shades of red and pink and grey and black.

Once the third verse ends, the reprieve is chanted, and prayers of thanks are offered to blessed [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED], our noble patron. I'll discuss the clean-up process in just a moment, but first I'd like to show you a glimpse of my latest work. I'm very happy with the form this one is taking.

"Untitled work" by Ysarvicha

NO STOP PLEASE FUCK WHY PAIN HOW LISTEN ENOUGH NO PLEASE MERCY STOP HURT PAIN AGONY SUFFERING WHY FUCK BLOOD BURNING PAIN STOP NEEDLES HELP PLEASE BURNING SKIN NO ENOUGH BONE FLESH BLOOD PAIN WORMS TWISTING DEATH EAT FUCK WHY INSIDE HEART AGONY PAIN LICK NO BRAIN FAT JUICE INSIDE BLOOD GUTS DIE STOP PLEASE FIRE MIND BOILING WHY PAIN RED FLESH BURN FUCK STOP HELP BLACK EAT RIP SLICE SKIN TEARS SUFFER KNIVES NEEDLES WHAT HOW NO DYING PULLING GREY BLOOD LIFE SAVE WHY STOP BITE ROT FLAILING AGONY PLEASE PINCHING CRYING FLESH DEEP INSIDE HOLE ME DEATH PAIN BURNING ENOUGH NO RIPPING CORPSE WHY LAUGHING BLOOD DYING SPRAY STOP RED OUTSIDE

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Again.

Leah passed underneath a streetlight on her way back to her car. When she could be bothered to, she would fix her gaze onto the mouths of alleyways and the edges of rooftops. It was crucial to be aware of her surroundings, especially at this time of night and in this part of town. In other circumstances, she wouldn't let her guard down until she was miles away. Leah would be on edge every single moment, always anticipating the subtle but very real sensation of being watched.

In other circumstances she would have been paying more attention, but current circumstances were thus: she had spent every single night for the past two weeks searching for her quarry, and she hadn't found shit.

Is this just a wild goose chase?

Leah let out a long sigh. It wouldn't make sense for her contact to do that to her. What would he gain from that? Maybe if he was being blackmailed, but then why not just shut him up altogether? But if her target wanted to keep a low profile, they wouldn't be chasing people through the streets. Maybe someone else was after her target as well, but they wanted to deter competition? Send her out on nights when they knew nothing would happen?

Leah sighed again. Don't overthink it, just head home. Sleep.

In other circumstances, she would have felt the presence trailing behind her.

Sleep is good. Now, where did I park?

She scanned the parking lot for her car, an exercise that would have been much faster if it wasn't midnight. After a moment or two, her eyes settled on her little sedan and sitting on the hood was a…

Wait. What is that.

On the hood of her car was-

What the hell is that?

What was on the hood of her car turned to face her, and then that What threw a word into her mind:

_R^uN

Run.

^Ru_N ^RUN _RUN

RUN.

Leah was running back down the street. An alleyway came up on her right and she turned. As she did, she glimpsed something chasing her in her peripheral vision and-

RU_N

Item#: xxxx

Level3

Containment Class:

keter

Secondary Class:

none

Disruption Class:

keneq

Risk Class:

warning

link to memo

Assigned Site

Site-144

Site Director

Dr Kitamura

Research Head

Dr Shannon

Assigned MTF

Alpha-89 ("Back to School")

Assigned Site

Site-144

Site Director

Dr Kitamura

Research Head

Dr Shannon

Assigned MTF

Alpha-89 ("Back to School")

Members of MTF Alpha-89 handling instances of SCP-XXXX.

Special Containment Procedures: During its active phase, unqualified personnel are to avoid interacting with instances of SCP-XXXX if at all possible. Any instances reported during SCP-XXXX's active phase are to be located and identified by Mobile Task Force Alpha-89 ("Back to School"). Identified instances must be secured in an isolated location until safe transport to a Foundation site can be established, or until the end of SCP-XXXX's current active phase. Approaching and engaging individuals undergoing a PANIC event may only be attempted by psychiatric professionals and members of MTF Alpha-89. Individuals subjected to a PANIC event are to be detained for questioning, and then administered amnestics on a case-by-case basis. Individuals rendered comatose, vegetative, or otherwise incapable of communication with others are to be administered a dosage of Class-B amnestics sufficient to expunge memory of the PANIC event. Witnesses may be given a dose of Class-A amnestics depending on the observed PANIC event's severity.

Following the end of SCP-XXXX's active phase, all recovered instances are to be brought to Site-144 for analysis and processing. All SCP-XXXX instances acquired by the Foundation must be investigated for any information relating to GoI-XXXX ("No-Form-City Industries"). Items containing relevant information, previously unobserved forms of instances, and instances useful for testing purposes are to be designated "Priority Instances" by SCP-XXXX research personnel. Priority Instances of SCP-XXXX are to be held in isolated storage area 9 of Site-144. All other processed instances must be destroyed using the on-site incinerator.

Description: SCP-XXXX is the designation for anomalous school supplies that trigger an intense psychotic episode in certain individuals. Instances of SCP-XXXX are nearly identical to non-anomalous school supplies both aesthetically and functionally, and identification of instances typically requires careful inspection. SCP-XXXX instances commonly take the form of, but are not exclusively: folders, composition books, three-ring binders, pencil cases, measurement rulers[@[footnote]]Both Imperial and Metric[[/footnote]], sketchbooks, bookmarks, and other items typically used by elementary and high-school students. While some SCP-XXXX items do possess manufacturing information attributable to non-anomalous corporations, all instances have had at least one section of this information replaced with a label stating: "Made by No-Form-City Industries."

The anomalous property of SCP-XXXX instances only manifests during its annual active phase. SCP-XXXX's active phase begins on August 1st and ends on September 30th, with the rest of the year designated as its inactive phase.
All testing of instances during SCP-XXXX's active phase requires signed approval from both the director of Site-144 and three personnel with level 4/XXXX security clearance.

Update 8/29/2011-XXXX: All testing of SCP-XXXX during its active phase is suspended indefinitely. All testing of instances during SCP-XXXX's inactive phase now requires approval from both SCP-XXXX's head researcher, and the director of Site-144. Re-evaluation of SCP-XXXX's risk classification is ongoing.

Item#: xxxx

Level2

Containment Class:

euclid

Secondary Class:

none

Disruption Class:

dark

Risk Class:

caution

link to memo

Assigned Site

Site-129

Site Director

Dr Poe

Research Head

Dr Case

Assigned MTF

Upsilon-9 ("Maternity Wardens")

Assigned Site

Site-129

Site Director

Dr Poe

Research Head

Dr Case

Assigned MTF

Upsilon-9 ("Maternity Wardens")

Hallway 2B on the first floor of Ithyca Hospital.

Special Containment Procedures: Any civilians that request entry to the maternity wing are to be given cover-story L370-M4MA ("Under Construction") and turned away. Any individuals who display knowledge of SCP-XXXX are to be detained by Stationary Task Force Upsilon-9 ("Maternity Wardens") within Site-129 for questioning. All testing within the maternity wing involving D-Class subjects requires direct supervision by at least two personnel with level 3/XXXX security clearance. Emergency use of the maternity wing by civilians requires the approval of the site director as well as direct supervision by SCP-XXXX's current head of research. Under standard protocol, any civilians that witness SCP-XXXX activity are to be administered Class-A amnestics. Larger doses of Class-A amnestics may be used as necessary.

Description: SCP-XXXX is an anomalous phenomenon that occurs within the maternity wing of the Ithyca Hopsital Complex in Rochester, NY. SCP-XXXX's area of effect does not extend to any other part of the hospital, however the maternity wing takes up a vast majority of the complex due to the building's particular design. Site-129 has been established within the hospital's administrative wing in order to facilitate the containment of SCP-XXXX.

Subjects[@[footnote]]Individuals susceptible to SCP-XXXX's effect are referred to as "subjects" by the research team studying SCP-XXXX.[[/footnote]] affected by SCP-XXXX experience the rapid onset of symptoms common throughout pregnancy.

SCP-XXXX's effect is triggered by an intentional expression of dismissiveness, hostility, disrespect, malice, or derision towards a pregnant individual while inside the hospital's maternity wing. The type of communication that can trigger this effect is not limited to verbal statements, and includes written messages[@[footnote]]Both hand-written and digital.[gestures, ASL[@[footnote]American Sign Language[[/footnote]], posture, facial expressions, and even artistic works.

Item#: xxxx

Level3

Containment Class:

euclid

Secondary Class:

none

Disruption Class:

keneq

Risk Class:

caution

link to memo

Assigned Site

Area-135

Site Director

Sgt Freeman

Research Head

Dr Oscar

Assigned MTF

Sigma-40 ("Witnesses at Tetacus")

Assigned Site

Area-135

Site Director

Sgt Freeman

Research Head

Dr Oscar

Assigned MTF

Sigma-40 ("Witnesses at Tetacus")

Members of MTF Sigma-40 investigating the initial STRIKE event on 6/21/2007.

Special Containment Procedures: Foundation WebCrawlers are to monitor online communications for any references to Tetacus Island, "Enmallorica" the Radiant, and [RESTRICTED LEVEL 4/XXXX]. All mentions are to be censored, and their sources located and investigated. All satellite imagery of the western coast of North America must be altered in order to remove evidence of Tetacus Island and Area-135.

Any wireless communication with Area-135 must include codeword-135/XXXX. Any communications received by Area-135 that do not contain codeword-135/XXXX are to be considered an indication of an imminent STRIKE event, and protocols ALPHA-XXXX and BETA-XXXX initiated accordingly. Any marine vessels and aircraft[@[footnote]] Foundation vehicles notwithstanding.[[/footnote]] that come within visual range of Area-135 and Tetacus Island warrant initiation of protocol BETA-XXXX.

Description: SCP-XXXX is an ongoing deific-manifestation-ritual that has been initiated on Tetacus Island,

PRELIMINARY OUTLINE FOR PROJECT "Beyond Hubris" PROPOSAL - COSMIC TOP SECRET LEVEL 6

Primary Goals:

The conversion/absorption/replacement/destruction of 80-95% of personnel, assets, intelligence, authority, and other resources controlled by GoI-007 ("Global Occult Coalition").
Initiation of an SK-Class ("Dominance-Shift") scenario sufficient to grant the SCP Foundation control of the anomalous status-quo above any one Group of Interest. Successful completion of primary goal one is expected to give the Foundation anywhere between a "plurality" (adequate) and a "majority" (ideal) of influence.
Initiation of a BK-Class ("Masquerade-Finale") scenario. This consists of a controlled implementation of a "Lifted Veil" scenario with acceptable mitigation of resulting consequences.

Secondary Goals:

Establishment of a positive image of the SCP Foundation among the general public.
Improved relations with various Groups of Interest, including those with a history of animosity towards the GOC and the SCP Foundation such as: GoI-019 ("The Serpent's Hand"), GoI-004 ("Church of the Broken God"), GoI-5917 ("The Wandsmen"), and others.
Increased strategic control/influence over member GoIs within the GOC.
Greater accessibility of various Nexuses, Free Ports, and Locations of Interest. Specific efforts are dedicated to Nx-01 ("The Wanderer's Library"), but other areas include: FP-01 ("Three Portlands"), Nx-03 ("Hy-Brasil"), FP-02 ("Backdoor SoHo"), Nx-51 ("Eventide, Oregon"), and FP-03 ("Eurtec").

Accomplishing some or all of these goals is expected to cause a cascade of various shifts among GoI and anomalous communities. These shifts will have their own potential effects and byproducts.
Positive changes:

Item #: SCP-XXXX	Level 3/XXXX
Object Class: Euclid	Confidential

Special Containment Procedures: Current measures are sufficient.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a 10mm-wide indestructible, anomalous sphere capable of high-velocity[@[footnote]] Hyphenated-words count-as one-word. -Dr.-North[[/footnote]] movements. SCP-XXXX is usually inert, but activates once-daily. During activation, SCP-XXXX may simply levitate or rapidly travel through penetrate the nearest individual's brain-stem. The latter's likelihood increases proportionally to the number of words used in this document.

"So, what do you think?"

"… What do you mean?"

"What do you think happened here? Give me an educated guess."

Jones tried to direct his attention to any areas of the scene before him that he might have glossed over, but his focus couldn't help but drift outwards until the entire scene was a fuzzy, indistinct blob. He risked a glance over at Bellmayer, but quickly shifted his eyes back.

"Uhhh… I mean if I had to guess… the tickers get some intel about a group of Sarkic or Sarkic-adjacent practitioners moving from somewhere to somewhere else, and tried to intercept them. There was a fight, and…"

"What about the obelisk?"

"… the obelisk? Is that like a Sarkic thing?"

"It seems way too big for them to transport, and it doesn't look Sarkic at all-"

"Wait, what is an obelisk?"

"You know, the big rock? The one with no identifiable details?"

"Oh that thing, so the flesh-crafters call that an obelisk?"

"No, WE call that an obelisk. A stone pillar that looks like that is called an obelisk."

Item#: xxxx

Level2

Containment Class:

neutralized

Secondary Class:

none

Disruption Class:

none

Risk Class:

none

link to memo

Photo of St. DePaul Church, taken during initial reconnaissance operation by members of MTF Epsilon-6.

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is considered neutralized. As such, no specific containment measures are currently necessary. Any reports of anomalous activity in the vicinity of St. DePaul Church are to be investigated with extreme caution.

Description: SCP-XXXX was a large mass of an unidentified substance located within St. DePaul Church in PaleWood, Massachusetts. SCP-XXXX was composed of an off-white liquid capable of levitation and sudden movements. Little else is known about the anomaly, as it completely evaporated shortly after discovery on 11/26/2005.

Discovery: On 11/25/2005 embedded agents within the PaleWood police department alerted the Foundation that an anomalous entity was discovered within the St. DePaul Church. The church had been abandoned for two decades, and no anomalous activity was reported until a pair of teenagers trespassed on the property and witnessed SCP-XXXX. Both witnesses were questioned and subsequently amnesticized, and Mobile Task Force Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") was deployed to the location the following morning:

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EVENT LOG

DATE: 11/26/2005

LOCATION: St. DePaul Church, PaleWood, Massachusetts

SUBJECT: SCP-XXXX

NOTE: The initial encounter with SCP-XXXX and its subsequent evaporation were captured on video by members of MTF Epsilon-6

[BEGIN LOG]

00.00.00: MTF agents Reed, Jiang, Thomas, and team lead Doherty activate their body cameras and exit the vehicle.

00.01.06: MTF Epsilon-6 examines the exterior of St. DePaul Church.

00.01.34: Team lead Doherty orders all agents to keep weapons at the ready.

00.01.48: Team lead Doherty directs agents Reed, Jiang, and Thomas towards the main entrance of the church.

00.02.21: MTF Epsilon-6 assumes a breaching formation outside the main entrance.

00.02.40: Team lead Doherty signals the other agents to breach the entrance.

00.02.44: MTF Epsilon-6 breaches the main entrance and enters the church vestibule.

00.03.22: MTF Epsilon-6 secures the church vestibule and confirms no sign of anomalous activity.

00.03.39: Agent Reed indicates that she can see movement within the chapel, but cannot identify anything specific.

00.03.56: Team lead Doherty acknowledges agent Reed and motions for agents Jiang and Thomas to join Reed by the chapel doors.

00.04.14: All agents assume formation outside the chapel doors. Team lead Doherty attempts to see into the chapel.

00.04.51: After failing to observe anything within the chapel, team lead Doherty signals the other agents to breach.

00.05.07: MTF Epsilon-6 breaches the chapel doors. Despite prior observation indicating nothing of note within the chapel, SCP-XXXX is plainly visible hovering within the center of the room.

00.05.10: All agents move behind cover.

00.05.12: Agent Thomas requests permission to fire upon SCP-XXXX and team lead Doherty responds in the negative.

00.05.17: Agent Jiang requests instruction from team lead Doherty.

00.05.20: Team lead Doherty indicates he intends to attempt communication with SCP-XXXX.

00.05.29: Agent Thomas says something, but it is not picked up on audio recording.

00.05.35: Team lead Doherty addresses SCP-XXXX. It does not react in any observable manner.

00.05.47: Team lead Doherty addresses SCP-XXXX again. It does not react in any observable manner.

00.05.56: Agent Thomas requests permission to fire upon SCP-XXXX.

00.06.04: Team lead Doherty denies permission and states his intent to examine SCP-XXXX closely.

00.06.18: Agent Reed offers to move towards SCP-XXXX instead of team lead Doherty.

00.06.26: Team lead Doherty declines and orders agent Jiang to request assistance from command via radio.

00.06.45: Team lead Doherty reiterates his intent to approach SCP-XXXX and orders agent Thomas to fire upon it if it becomes hostile.

00.07.01: Team lead Doherty orders agent Reed to utilize environmental analysis equipment.

00.07.13: Team lead Doherty exits cover and begins approaching SCP-XXXX. It does not react.

00.07.16: Command receives a request for assistance from agent Jiang.

00.07.28: Team lead Doherty stops approximately three meters away from SCP-XXXX and requests information from agent Reed.

00.07.34: Agent Reed indicates that her environmental analysis equipment is still processing data.

00.07.55: Command receives details from agent Jiang and prepares a containment team for deployment.

00.08.19: Agent Jiang relays this information to team lead Doherty, who acknowledges and requests analysis progress from agent Reed.

00.08.35: Agent Reed detects no thaumaturgical energy, nor any variations in Hume levels.

[END LOG]

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Interviewed: [The person, persons, or SCP being interviewed]
Interviewer: [Interviewer, can be blocked out using █]
Foreword: [Small passage describing the interview]
<Begin Log, [optional time info]>
Interviewer: [speech]
Person: [speech]
[Repeat as necessary]
<End Log, [optional time info]>
Closing Statement: [Small summary and passage on what transpired afterward]

Item#: xxxx

Level3

Containment Class:

euclid

Secondary Class:

none

Disruption Class:

keneq

Risk Class:

warning

link to memo

Assigned Site

Site-232

Site Director

Dr Collen

Research Head

Dr Smith

Assigned MTF

Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots")

Assigned Site

Site-232

Site Director

Dr Collen

Research Head

Dr Smith

Assigned MTF

Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots")

An aerial view of Fullerton Park, a suburban neighborhood within the town of Preeminence, California.

Special Containment Procedures: Foundation WebCrawlers are to monitor all communications within Preeminence for references to ongoing or prior PARIAH events. Information regarding prior events is to be copied and stored within back-up archive 04 at Site-232. If an ongoing PARIAH event is identified, Mobile Task Force Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") is to locate and secure all SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2 instances. If MTF Epsilon-6 is incapable of handling the number of -2 instances, MTF members are to secure SCP-XXXX-1 and request reinforcements from Site-232. All -2 instances are to be administered Class-A amnestics and supplied with cover-story F4UX-P455 ("harmful drug use"). All -1 instances must be brought to Site-232 for treatment and questioning. Once treatment has concluded, -1 instances are to be administered Class-A amnestics[@[footnote]]Class-B amnestics may be used if the retrieval and treatment time of an SCP-XXXX-1 instance exceeds the effective duration of Class-A amnestics.[[/footnote]] and released under cover-story F4UX-P456 ("minor head injury").

Description: SCP-XXXX is an anomalous phenomenon affecting public and private gatherings within the Fullerton Park neighborhood of Preeminence, California. Occurrences of SCP-XXXX are referred to as PARIAH events, and have not been observed outside of the Fullerton Park neighborhood. While it has not yet been confirmed, research suggests that the likelihood of PARIAH events increases proportionately to the number of participants present at a gathering.

PARIAH events are triggered by an individual present at a gathering making an audible statement of any kind. Notably, the speaker, volume, time, recipient, intention, duration, context, and contents of the trigger statement made seem to be completely random. Analysis of known PARIAH events has not revealed any observable pattern determining the likelihood of a given statement triggering an occurrence. Research into a consistent method of predicting PARIAH events is considered a top priority.

Immediately after the trigger statement is made, the speaker becomes an instance of SCP-XXXX-1. At the same time, all other individuals present at the gathering[@[footnote]]Including individuals incapable of hearing the speaker.[[/footnote]] become instances of SCP-XXXX-2. All SCP-XXXX-2 instances are convinced that SCP-XXXX-1 has made an offensive, unacceptable, or otherwise transgressive statement. SCP-XXXX-2 instances will universally attempt to insult, attack, maim, or even kill SCP-XXXX-1 instances if they remain present. All -2 instances behave in this manner regardless of pre-existing social or familial bonds, and -2 instances feel compelled to continue this behavior until the -1 instance is unconscious, dead, or otherwise inaccessible. Attempts to reason with -2 instances may temporarily impede them, but -2 instances can only be permanently stopped using force.

Despite this drastic change in behavior, -2 instances either will not or cannot explain what exactly the -1 instance said, or why it was deemed unacceptable. In cases where the trigger statement was recorded via audio/video, post-event analysis has not revealed any statement that could be reasonably interpreted as offensive, unacceptable, or transgressive in the relevant context. Additionally, testimony from -1 instances regarding the trigger statement has been consistent with recordings of the statements made.

Addendum 01: Following its acquisition by a Foundation front-company, the Ilana Davidson Hospital has been converted into Foundation Site-232 in order to facilitate containment of SCP-XXXX. The Ilana Davidson Hospital was selected for this purpose due to its close proximity to Fullerton Park, while still being outside of the neighborhood itself. To date, no PARIAH events have occurred within Site-232.

Addendum 02: On 7/10/2006, a PARIAH event occurred at a small gathering within the home of ██████ ████████[@[footnote]]The names of individuals involved in this specific PARIAH event are not relevant, and have been redacted as a privacy measure.[[/footnote]], a Fullerton Park resident. The PARIAH event was recorded on a laptop owned by █████████ ████, ██████'s partner, who was present at the gathering. This was the first recording of a PARIAH event acquired by the Foundation, and an audio transcript of the recording has been included below.

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PARIAH Event Recording Transcript

Date: 7/10/2006

Individuals Present: 5

SCP-XXXX-1: █████████ ████, partner of ██████ ████████

SCP-XXXX-2 #1: ██████ ████████, property owner

SCP-XXXX-2 #2: ███ ██████████, local resident

SCP-XXXX-2 #3: ████ █ ██████, local resident

SCP-XXXX-2 #4: █████ █████-████████, local resident

Notes: The beginning of the recording is not relevant and has been omitted for brevity. *████ refers to ████ ███████, the intended recipient of the message.

[BEGIN LOG]

SCP-XXXX-1: No it doesn't need to be like, perfect or anything. I'm going to edit it later so don't worry about it.

SCP-XXXX-2 #4: Ok, so we just say whatever we were going to say?

SCP-XXXX-1: Yup, that's it.

SCP-XXXX-2 #3: Cool, cool. So uh, hey ████*, its us. We wanted to wish yo-

SCP-XXXX-2 #4: Dude you gotta introduce yourself first.

SCP-XXXX-2 #3: What? I thought it was recording us-

SCP-XXXX-1: I'm only recording audio right now since I can't send video, so ████ won't be able to actually see all of us.

SCP-XXXX-2 #3: Oh. Huh. So uh, hey ████, its me, ████, I'm here with █████ and-

SCP-XXXX-2 #4: Yo.

SCP-XXXX-2 #3: Uh, █████ and ███ and ██████.

SCP-XXXX-2 #2: Hi ████!

SCP-XXXX-2 #1: Hello ████!

SCP-XXXX-2 #3: Yeah, uh, we heard about what happened, and we're glad you're okay.

SCP-XXXX-1: Sorry, should I-

SCP-XXXX-2 #3: Oh, shit. Sorry, nah its fine. Ok. Uh, this is █████████, ██████'s girlfriend. We're recording this message and she's gonna send it to you ok?

SCP-XXXX-1: Hello ████, I look forward to meeting you!

STUFF HAPPENS

Person A: Dialogue

[END LOG]

humanoid SCP that yells at you because you didn't do it the right way

hostile humanoid manifestation that abuses children who play on their own

attempting to write this requires great care and effort

something with the actual statuesque warrior women instead of the goddamn capitalist shitstain

NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION

This is an outdated version of SCP-XXXX's documentation. For the current iteration and revised containment procedures, personnel should consult Addendum 0X.

— Maria Jones, Director, RAISA

Item#: XXXX

Level3

Containment Class:

euclid

Secondary Class:

none

Disruption Class:

vlam

Risk Class:

danger

link to memo

Assigned Site

Area-190

Site Director

Dr Cormer

Research Head

Dr Summerton

Assigned MTF

Gamma-70 ("Hole in the Roof")

Assigned Site

Area-190

Site Director

Dr Cormer

Research Head

Dr Summerton

Assigned MTF

Gamma-70 ("Hole in the Roof")

The gateway to SCP-XXXX-1 shortly after Foundation acquisition and establishment of Area-190.

Item#: XXXX

Level2

Containment Class:

neutralized

Secondary Class:

none

Disruption Class:

{$disruption-class}

Risk Class:

{$risk-class}

link to memo

Item#: XXXX

Level3

Containment Class:

keter

Secondary Class:

none

Disruption Class:

vlam

Risk Class:

danger

link to memo

Image of an SCP-XXXX-1 instance taken by a motorist outside of Denver, Colorado.

Special Containment Procedures: Foundation WebCrawlers are to monitor digital communications for possible sightings of wild SCP-XXXX-1 instances. Foundation Field Agents are to investigate potential encounter events, but are discouraged from attempting to secure discovered instances. When the presence of a wild instance is confirmed, Mobile Task Force Nu-11 ("Death's Veil") is to deploy to the encounter location as soon as possible. Following successful capture, MTF Nu-11 is to transport secured instances to the nearest available Foundation site for temporary containment.

Captured instances are to be held in modified large humanoid anomaly containment chambers (M-LHACC) and monitored remotely by at least two containment personnel while active[@[footnote]]Unconscious and sleeping instances must still be remotely observed by at least one member of containment personnel.[[/footnote]]. A population-controlled culture of SCP-XXXX is maintained in a level-X biohazardous enclosure within Biological Research Area-12. The remains of SCP-XXXX-1A and SCP-XXXX-1C are preserved in cryogenic containment chambers housed within Storage Site-23. SCP-XXXX-1 instances -1D, -1F, -1G, and -1I are currently housed within M-LHACC units 23, 24, 25, and 26 at Humanoid Containment Site-88.

Description: SCP-XXXX is an artificial subspecies of homo sapiens possessing anomalous biology. SCP-XXXX instances share some superficial similarities with non-anomalous humans, but diverge radically in terms of anatomy and behavior. Instances are reclusive, but when sighted are easily identified due to the following traits:

Instances possess only two limbs, analogous to human arms
Instances are bipedal, and rely on their arms for both object manipulation and movement
The average height of instances is approximately 3 meters
Instances are deceptively agile, capable of sudden bursts of high-speed movement
The movement and motions of instances are noticeably erratic and "unnatural"

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4 CLASSIFIED

ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION.

Inaugural meeting of the SCP Foundation's Department of Public Perception

Department of Public Perception Meeting Transcript

Date:

Attending Personnel: TEAM NAME - OPTIONAL

Absent Personnel: AREA/ANOMALY - OPTIONAL

Subject of Discussion: Various

[BEGIN LOG]

Person A: Dialogue

Person B: Dialogue

STUFF HAPPENS

Person A: soandso claims a comprehensive review of Foundation department names is necessary.

ADMINISTRATION

Problem Departments: Amnestics Production Committee, Ethics Committee

INFO, DATABASES, & RECORDS

Problem Departments: Disinformation Bureau, Information Detraction, Censorship, and Rescission Division (IDCaRD), Department of Public Disinformation

RESEARCH & CONTAINMENT

Problem Departments: Department of Abnormalities, Department of Amnestics, Department of Atypical Persuasion, Division of Applied Patapsychology, Human Capital Exchange Division, Department of Marketing, Department of Public History

SECURITY

Problem Departments: Department of Anomalous Weapons Development

[END LOG]

Item#: XXXX

Level4

Containment Class:

keter

Secondary Class:

none

Disruption Class:

keneq

Risk Class:

caution

link to memo

Special Containment Procedures: Foundation WebCrawlers are to monitor internet traffic and wireless communications for evidence of undocumented fragments of SCP-XXXX. If any direct SCP-XXXX activity is detected, Mobile Task Force Nu-26 ("Fragment Trackers") is to be alerted and mobilized immediately. Newly acquired fragments of SCP-XXXX are to be temporarily housed inside an isolated containment network within Site-15 for analysis and testing. Processed fragments are to be stored separately within different eligible sites.

Why? You want to know why you are so lucky? Why you have it so great? It should be obvious. Think about it. In your world, people tear reality asunder with their fucking minds. Murderous statues snap people's necks in the blink of an eye. Nearly every place on earth uninhabited by humans is filled with flesh beasts, ancient automata ready to vivisect intruders, unspeakable living mistakes that rake their claws against the chalkboard that is existence, and other fun and exciting terrors. Oh, and some inhabited places have their own abominations too. The best hope for humanity is a secret fascist shadow organization that erases peoples' memories so regularly that you need to feed people to an amnesia-producing eel monster. And the Foundation is only the best hope because the other secret fascist shadow organization actively facilitates genocide and assassinates 8 year-old children. Every new nightmare that crawls out of the darkness is so depraved and mind-shattering that an un-killable lizard monster looks quaint by comparison. If the living anti-thoughts don't melt your brain, the giant insects will drink it out of your goddamn ear canal. The SCP Foundation itself has inverted the old saying: Never attribute to stupidity that which can be explained by malice. Not only is there an all-powerful god on the cusp of destroying everything anybody has ever loved, there are multiple all-consuming monstrosities competing to desecrate the universe in the most horrifying way possible.

The SCP Foundation is not Real, an Essay explicitly stating everything implied by "This is all fiction"

(order is not final)

What this is:

What this isn't:

On the SCP Foundation Wiki:

The SCP Foundation Wikidot website does exist, but it is not the same thing as the fictional SCP Foundation. The staff who run the website are ordinary people like you, they are not secret agents. The structure of site staff looks nothing like the structure of the fictional SCP Foundation.

On the O5 Council:

The O5 Council, and all thirteen of its members are entirely fictional.

On [REDACTED], [DATA EXPUNGED], and █████:

On pages written "in character" and Roleplaying in general:

On Security Clearance Levels and information restrictions:

On warnings, "Memetic Kill Agents" and actual safety issues:

On Sites, Areas, and other settings:

On Groups of Interest, related websites, and International Branches of the SCP Foundation Wiki:

On users of the site, Authors, and their character avatars:

On authority, rule-breaking, and discipline:

On the website's Staff, their jobs, and what they do:

On explicit content, "Adult Pages" and sensitive subjects:

A brief word about common jargon within the SCP community:

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Item#: xxxx

Level2

Containment Class:

keter

Secondary Class:

none

Disruption Class:

keneq

Risk Class:

notice

link to memo

INCIDENT LOG 4/1/█0██

DATE: 4/1/████

LOCATI█N: Site-1█

NOTE: The following is a t█anscript of various events capt█red by security c███ras within Fou█dation Site-1█. Fo█tage begins from 0600 hou█s.

[BEGIN LOG]

00.00.00: At ex█ctly ██:██ █M ██T, Dr. Gears can be █een enter██g h█s of█ice █ithin ██e █████ Wing █f S██e-1█.[@[footnote]] This be██vior is n██ consid█red irr█g█lar for Dr. Gea█s, who consistently b█gins █ork at █████ █M on a daily █asis.[[/footnote]]

00.00.09: M█mbers of Dr. Ge█████ staff emerge fr█m hiding places within █is office and exclaim "H██py B█rthday, ████████!"

00.00.17: Dr. Gears expres█es confusion, since 4/1 is not his birthdate.

00.00.21: Ju██or re█earcher ██████ begins attempting to explain the c█ncept of "April F█ol██" to Dr. Gears.

00.01.02: Within the Archives an█ ███████ wing of Site-1█, █r. Alto Clef kicks open a pair of d█████doors and brandishes a ████^TM brand SuperSoaker[@[footnote]] Analysis of security camera footage and the ███████ to this transcript indicates that Dr. Clef had filled the SuperSoaker with secretions from an instance of SCP-1459-J. [while shouting "[REDACT this you m█th█r███████!"